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Written because of this quote from finalproblem, “It’s like this still is from an alternate universe where Sherlock is the sweet one and Molly is the pain in the ass” from tumblr (http://bbcsherlockftw.tumblr.com/post/42166084657/finalproblem-its-like-this-still-is-from-an). And honestly, the photo does make Molly look more like an uptight beeyotch while Sherlock seems relatively... normal. Amazing. So I’m gonna do a remix on this, and hope it all makes sense. Kinda. Sorta.

Also, much thanks to Ariane DeVere (http://arianedevere.livejournal.com/?skip=10&tag=transcript) for her transcripts. They are as invaluable as Molly’s (http://www.mollyhooper.co.uk/) and John’s (http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk/) blogs. It’s fun turning such a sweet, soft lady who has kittens (KITTENS!) on her blog into someone who’s, well, more like me in temperament XP

Cross-posted on fanfiction.net

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters (Arthur Conan Doyle does), nor the BBC series (cuz it’s BBC’s, as well as created by Steven Moffatt & Mark Gatiss). All I’m doing is playing with them & putting them back nicely before Series 3. Mostly ;-D

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The other jobs Molly Hooper had before becoming a pathologist - and having a crush on Sherlock Holmes each time without them recognizing the other in each one. Fluff, maybe some angst, and the joys of finding The One True Job before finding The One.

Beta'd by MissMollyBloom, but all mistakes are mine, and artwork by Amalia Kensington.

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*ha didn't know it combined tags of every story in the series ripA collection of short stories, one-shots, and occasional full length works featuring Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper in a relationship. Mostly canon-compliant, cute, funny fluff n' stuff. As a general rule, unless otherwise stated in the fic, Molly and Sherlock have been together about two years.

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Coulson, for his part, stares up at Bucky with such a betrayed look of frozen horror that Natasha actually goes the extra step and presses another button, capturing the moment and airdropping the photograph to her phone for posterity. When he speaks, his voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Why…?” He swallows and starts again, trying for some semblance of normality. “...Why would you tweet something like that?!”

“If you must know, sir,” and somehow he manages to make ‘sir’ come out with the same inflection most people reserve for ‘motherfucking son of a bitch’, “it’s because I have a difficult time doing my job when my job involves monitoring the man with the best fucking ass in the United States of America.” He slowly lowers himself back into his seat until he’s at eye level, making extreme eye contact with Coulson until Coulson turns away to make mortified eye contact in Natasha’s general direction through the one-way glass. Natasha would take another picture, if she weren’t too busy catching Steve’s red-faced sputtering. “Sometimes, I vent to my Twitter followers. Sometimes, it’s about hot men with washboard abs. Can I go now, or do you need a graphic description of how I pleasure myself at night?”

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The two hot guys had to get together. Darcy was not going to let the fact the two men were complete strangers get in her way. She was going to be the best Goddamn matchmaker this subway car had ever seen.

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The premiere for Steve Rogers' newest Captain America movie was just around the corner, and Steve knew it was going to be a hit. The big downside was that he had to have a date. The last several times he'd brought someone to an event like this, things had ranged from unpleasant to disastrous. In a last ditch effort to get out of taking someone that might make his night hell, Steve went on Twitter and invited the Winter Soldier to be his plus one.

The Soldier was an international fugitive, and currently wanted for a series of high profile attacks on corrupt businessmen. Since every person the Soldier attacked was involved in some truly vile criminal activity, the public loved him, despite his crimes. Inviting him to the premiere was the perfect cop out. There was no way he was ever going to show.